"The sky has no eyes, and the way of heaven is ruthless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

What a sad and cruel sentence.

For those who have entered the path of cultivation, when they have chosen this cruel and narrow path of practice.

The mercy of the heavens has already removed them, but is the heavens really ruthless without eyes?

"Nope."

The answer is clearly no.

"God closes a door and opens a window for you."

Those who say that the way of heaven is ruthless, they just don't notice the open window.

When the dragon soars into the sky and the heavens and the earth weep, this mysterious world will slowly unveil the veil of mystery.

"Die."

A hideous and cruel smile appeared on the white-clothed shaman's face, the moment the high-grade spirit stone flew towards Qi Yu, the moment it was defeated by Qi Yu.

He chose to forbear, chose to wait, just for this moment, the moment the poison that even the war master was afraid of invaded Qi Yu's body, the flame of death was already burning.

Death had come, and after glancing at the hideous white-clothed shaman, Qi Yu's face showed a look of sadness and loss.

"I'm sorry, I lost my words."

Qi Yu, who was trembling and weak, slowly closed his eyes like this, and left this world with guilt and despair and unwillingness.

"High-grade spirit stones, mine, mine. Hahaha. ”

Looking at Qi Yu, who closed his eyes and slowly lost his vitality, the white-clothed shaman's face was so happy and hideous.

After more than a month of lurking and hiding, I finally waited for this moment, and I finally ushered in success.

But did the white shaman really succeed? When the angry dragon wails and the heavens and the earth weep over it, the breath of death will destroy all and zero everything.

"The saint falls, and the heavens weep."

When the dragon soared into the sky, the moment when the heavens wept, the thousands of miles of yellow sand wept, the forest that did not see the light of day, the tall and sacred palace.

Those terrifying and powerful existences, this moment is so shocking and terrifying, and the face that has not changed for ten thousand years is so wonderful at this moment.

"The saint falls, and the heavens weep."

Looking at the distant sky, looking at the kingdom that was covered by the heavenly machine, those beings who stood at the top of this world made the same decision at this moment.

The moment a command came from the eternal forbidden land and the ancient courtyard, the world changed, and the mysterious veil slowly unraveled its hidden skin.

"Shenlong? Dragon! ”

At this moment, the Flying Jiao Kingdom is so shocked and weird, when the huge and sacred dragon takes off, those evil beings hidden in the corners of the kingdom, with the dragon's wail with the golden flames, just like this left this world.

dissipated between heaven and earth.

When the huge and mysterious seal sealed the Feijiao Kingdom, when everyone was unconscious, a huge and painful wail came from the destroyed and polluted Feijiao grassland.

With a huge roar, a behemoth that obscured the clouds and the sun dragged the broken and blood-dripping body, and just like that, step by step, as if the end of the world was at hand, one step at the foot of the dragon.

"Kneel."

With a respectful and tragic voice, the cloud-obscured behemoth slowly shrunk and crouched down on its already broken body.

Respectful and sad, he knelt down and fell at the feet of the dragon.

Endless sorrow and tears, at the moment of seeing the dragon, turned into endless respect and joy.

He glanced up at the wailing Shenlong, and then at Jiao Yan and Qi Yu who collapsed on the ground.

The behemoth, which had already turned into a human form, was so sad and desperate.

Look at that half-dead existence, that's his bloodline, that's his offspring.

At this moment, this tall and broken existence is so sad and sad, although it is only a fleeting, but for an existence like him, even if it leaves only a trace of breath.

The kingdom was nothing more than a sand table on the table in front of them, and it was so small and weak.

"The patriarch of the Jiaolong Clan and the Black Jiao Clan, welcome to my lord."

Although he was so sad about the current state of the kingdom in his heart, he still knelt down his noble body in front of my lord and in front of the dragon.

"Hey."

As he waited with anticipation for the dragon's will to descend, a helpless sigh came from above the weeping sky.

Looking up at the weeping Heavenly Dao, the smoke and rain in the sky were the Heavenly Dao crying.

"How is that possible?"

Looking at the existence that was slowly losing its vitality, and then at the weeping sky, the tall figure kneeling on the ground, was so shocked and frightened at the moment.

But the moment he broke through the seal with his broken body and a glimmer of faith, he thought that it was the wailing dragon in the sky who called him, his master.

But when he noticed that Heavenly Dao was crying, he realized that it was not his master who was calling him, but the ruthless and affectionate reincarnation of Heavenly Dao.

"The saint falls, and the heavens weep."

As the most powerful existence in this world except for the gods, the saints became the spokesmen of the heavens in this world the moment the gods disappeared from heaven and earth.

Therefore, when a saint falls, the heavens and the earth will weep for it, and it will rain blood-colored smoke and rain for this reason, as a way to express respect for the saint.

Look at the dark green spear, then at the two who passed out, and at the dragon you wail.

That brother's huge and broken body showed a look of relief and sadness on his face.

"Lord, forgive Heijiao for not being able to fight with you."

With the helpless and sad words of the figure, its body shattered all of a sudden, turning into several meteors and flying to Jiao Yan and Qi Yu's bodies.

When he saw Jiao Yan who was unconscious, looked at his sealed spear, and understood the message of the dragon's wail, Hei Jiao Ju had already understood his mission.

Although he really wanted to follow his master again, and although he wanted to return to his family, Heijiao knew that he couldn't go back and couldn't go back.

Because the Lord needed him, and the unconscious duo needed him to help.

As the most powerful existence in the world, even if it only has a trace of breath left, it is still the most powerful existence in the world.

Therefore, the poison that even the warlord feared was just a joke in front of him, and the terrible injury was just a joke.

Looking up at the dragon that was slowly shrinking, and then at the ruined and depressed kingdom, Hei Jiao's face showed a trace of sadness and sadness.

"Life is endless, fighting is endless, wait, our lord is coming."

Looking up at the clear sky, the only remaining breath of the black Jiao shouted loudly and heroically to the sky.

"Whoa."

With a cracking sound, Hei Jiao's body slowly dissipated.

And the clear sky, because of the dissipation of the black Jiao, once again rained sad and huge blood rain.